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nirix5CSI Drabbles, made using this drabble generator:
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To Crazily Leap
Grissom and Sara were celebrating a kinky Valentine's Day together. Grissom had cooked a delicate dinner and they ate on the fire escape by candlelight.
"My darling," Sara said, stroking Grissom's neck, "I have something for you." She gave a box to Grissom. "It is but a hard token of my sparkly love."
Grissom opened the box. Inside was an iridescent slytherin scarf! He gazed at it lovingly. Then he gazed at Sara lovingly. "It's fluffy," Grissom said. "Come here and let me leap you."
Just then, a grumpy crone sprang out of hiding and cackled as brillig as the slithy toves that did gyre and gimble in the wabe. "Your happiness will not last!" she said in a soft voice and dropped a piece of paper onto the dinner table.
Sara read it. "It's a page from a diary. It says...it says that you're my brother."
They stared at each other softly as the crone cackled some more. Grissom's stomach began to tremble. Then Sara shrugged, pulled out a lavender manolo blahnik shoe, and hit the crone on her instep. She fell over dead.
"Problem solved!" Grissom said and kissed Sara seriously. "This is a slippery Valentine's Day!"
They hatefully burned the diary page in the candle and never told another soul.
And then they leapt each other all night long.
The Battle For The Lavender Manolo Blahnik Shoe
On the fire escape, Grissom leapt his lavender manolo blahnik shoe. He had been busy with the lavender manolo blahnik shoe for hours and now wanted nothing more than a kinky cuddle or a soft massage from his lover Sara.
He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his delicate Sara appeared at the door, grinning seriously.
"Put down the lavender manolo blahnik shoe," Sara said softly. "Unless you want me to leap that lavender manolo blahnik shoe on your neck."
Grissom put down the lavender manolo blahnik shoe. He was grumpy. He had never seen Sara so iridescent before and it made him slippery.
Sara picked up the lavender manolo blahnik shoe, then withdrew a tiara from her instep. "Don't be so grumpy," Sara said with an iridescent grimace. "A blast-ended skewrt bit my stomach this morning, and everything became sparkly. Now with this lavender manolo blahnik shoe and this tiara I can softly rule the world!"
Grissom clutched his hard stomach hatefully. This was his lover, his delicate Sara, now staring at him with an iridescent instep.
"Fight it!" Grissom shouted. "The blast-ended skewrt just wants the lavender manolo blahnik shoe for his own delicate devices! He doesn't love you, not the kinky way I do!"
Grissom could see Sara trembling hatefully. Grissom reached out his neck and touched Sara's instep softly. He was delicate, so delicate, but he knew only his hard love for Sara would break the blast-ended skewrt's spell.
Sure enough, Sara dropped the lavender manolo blahnik shoe with a thunk. "Oh, Grissom," she squealed. "I'm so kinky, can you ever forgive me?"
But Grissom had already moved on the fire escape. As brillig as the slithy toves that did gyre and gimble in the wabe, he pressed his neck into Sara's instep. And as they fell together in a sparkly fit of love, the lavender manolo blahnik shoe lay on the floor, slippery and forgotten.
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To Crazily Leap
Grissom and Sara were celebrating a kinky Valentine's Day together. Grissom had cooked a delicate dinner and they ate on the fire escape by candlelight.
"My darling," Sara said, stroking Grissom's neck, "I have something for you." She gave a box to Grissom. "It is but a hard token of my sparkly love."
Grissom opened the box. Inside was an iridescent slytherin scarf! He gazed at it lovingly. Then he gazed at Sara lovingly. "It's fluffy," Grissom said. "Come here and let me leap you."
Just then, a grumpy crone sprang out of hiding and cackled as brillig as the slithy toves that did gyre and gimble in the wabe. "Your happiness will not last!" she said in a soft voice and dropped a piece of paper onto the dinner table.
Sara read it. "It's a page from a diary. It says...it says that you're my brother."
They stared at each other softly as the crone cackled some more. Grissom's stomach began to tremble. Then Sara shrugged, pulled out a lavender manolo blahnik shoe, and hit the crone on her instep. She fell over dead.
"Problem solved!" Grissom said and kissed Sara seriously. "This is a slippery Valentine's Day!"
They hatefully burned the diary page in the candle and never told another soul.
And then they leapt each other all night long.
The Battle For The Lavender Manolo Blahnik Shoe
On the fire escape, Grissom leapt his lavender manolo blahnik shoe. He had been busy with the lavender manolo blahnik shoe for hours and now wanted nothing more than a kinky cuddle or a soft massage from his lover Sara.
He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his delicate Sara appeared at the door, grinning seriously.
"Put down the lavender manolo blahnik shoe," Sara said softly. "Unless you want me to leap that lavender manolo blahnik shoe on your neck."
Grissom put down the lavender manolo blahnik shoe. He was grumpy. He had never seen Sara so iridescent before and it made him slippery.
Sara picked up the lavender manolo blahnik shoe, then withdrew a tiara from her instep. "Don't be so grumpy," Sara said with an iridescent grimace. "A blast-ended skewrt bit my stomach this morning, and everything became sparkly. Now with this lavender manolo blahnik shoe and this tiara I can softly rule the world!"
Grissom clutched his hard stomach hatefully. This was his lover, his delicate Sara, now staring at him with an iridescent instep.
"Fight it!" Grissom shouted. "The blast-ended skewrt just wants the lavender manolo blahnik shoe for his own delicate devices! He doesn't love you, not the kinky way I do!"
Grissom could see Sara trembling hatefully. Grissom reached out his neck and touched Sara's instep softly. He was delicate, so delicate, but he knew only his hard love for Sara would break the blast-ended skewrt's spell.
Sure enough, Sara dropped the lavender manolo blahnik shoe with a thunk. "Oh, Grissom," she squealed. "I'm so kinky, can you ever forgive me?"
But Grissom had already moved on the fire escape. As brillig as the slithy toves that did gyre and gimble in the wabe, he pressed his neck into Sara's instep. And as they fell together in a sparkly fit of love, the lavender manolo blahnik shoe lay on the floor, slippery and forgotten.
